Mishka
Jazz has been stereotyped here as elitist and, well, music for the chronologically advanced, Alzheimer-afflicted (read as: old J), catering to the mature audience. Nevertheless, it has always been one of my favorite music genres. (Am I that old? Na’ah, I refuse to believe I’m aging)
At the first strung of her sultry voice I was completely taken, and instantly became a fan. I have yet to see her play live but then again I’m afraid I’ll also turn into a groupie, following her every gig. (Mmm…that’s not so bad either.)
I’m talking about 21 year old Fil-Brit Miskha Adams. I was listening to her album last weekend courtesy of my brother, who downloaded her songs from the internet read: pinirata) and watching her arresting performance on MTV Lokal. The girl is a rare talent. Not to mention gorgeous. Sporting a short hair do that crowns her elfin face of alabaster, aaah, my bicuriousness is adding up again.
Mishka’s covers of Autumn Leaves, Somewhere Over the Rainbow and Summertime are rearranged versions, refreshing renditions all.
Personal favorites are Marrakech, Where Do We Begin and God Bless the Child. I won’t elaborate, listen to them!
